Chapter 14: Allies.
Palkor was walking along an endless field of waving hills with grass, not unlike Mulgore, only it didn't seem to end anywhere. He walked for what felt like an eternity never wondering how he got there or why he was walking in the first place.
He heard a voice call out to him. He knew the voice, but couldn't quite put a name to it. The sky darkened and began twisting around a centre point. From that point suddenly erupted infernal meteors. They hit the ground in steady rhythm. Again the voice called to him, and again a multitude of infernals came down and hit the ground in the same rhythm.
He opened his eyes. He saw Tal'grush hunched over his sleeping form. Tal'grush brought his finger down on Palkor's head in the same rhythm as the meteors had fallen from the sky. "Ah, you are finally awake. You shouldn't drink that much, you know." He pulled on Palkor's arm, urging him to proceed to a sitting position. "Come we need to report to Kor'el, all of us." He indicated behind him. There stood Nell and Jack.
"I'll go get Warrick and Grisha." Jack said and he exited the tent that served as Palkor's place of residence for the moment. Jack crossed the camp to the sleeping area of the ground forces. He sought Grisha's tent because Warrick had never come back to his own, that was next to Jack's and Nell's.
He waited just in front of the flap that gave entrance to the tent and listened. "Ha! I finally got you now!" Came Grisha's exited voice. What were they doing in there?
He boldly barged in and took a look around. He saw Grisha and Warrick both sitting on the ground, still in their bloodied armour, and in Warrick's case bloodied clothing. "What are you two doing?" Jack requested with a slight tone of amusement. Warrick rolled to the side to reveal the chess board. "Are you telling me you two have been playing chess all night?"
"Yup." Grisha answered.
"Right. . . Nothing else? Forget it. . . We are needed at Kor'el's tent."
Warrick briefly looked at his clothing, then shrugged and stood up. Grisha followed to a standing position and they followed Jack to Kor'el. Along the way they came across the raptor and she followed as well. The raptor's mouth did not seem to become completely devoid of blood the last few days, be the blood of an enemy or an animal that happened to be in the wrong place.
The flap to Kor'el's tent was always open during the day and the now entered it, this time unhindered by the guards. "Ah, thanks for coming." Came the aged voice of Kor'el. "Jack, I need a neutral opinion about something. Take a look at this." Kor'el handed Jack a piece of paper. On it was drawn in great detail the picture of another aged orc. "Okay? Now tell me if this is the same orc as on that picture." Kor'el pulled back a blanket that had been covering something. It revealed a dead orc. The face was exactly like the one on the picture, just more bloodied.
"It is the same one." Jack said. "But you could have known that yourself."
Kor'el shook his head. "Who you are looking at now is the current high Warlord of all Horde forces. And if he is dead a replacement is needed as soon as possible. Since I am next in rank I am the most logical choice for the position, but the thought of my promotion to high Warlord may affect my judgement in identifying this dead one as the current high Warlord."
"I see, you are afraid that you might think this to be the high Warlord and then promote yourself only to discover the real one is still out there. And you wanted me to double check your suspicions as to this ones identity." Kor'el nodded. "Well. . . Consider yourself high Warlord. Why was he here?"
"He was at Crossroads when it was taken over by the Burning Blade." Kor'el stared at the dead orc for a moment. Then called a few servants in. "Take care of this body. It will be burned with dignity." Orcs burned their dead instead of burying them.
"Now what did you really call us in for?" Nell asked. "You could have identified the warlord with only one of us."
"How sharp of you." Kor'el said. "I have indeed another matter to discus with you. In taking Crossroads we have lost a lot of good warriors. I have already send for reinforcements, but I want more than that. I want allies that may help us. Like a dragon. Magmaradon on his own was already a fearsome sight. And he is just a youngster. Or the goblins of Ratchet to the east of here and Gadgetzan to the south. While this happens I will send out scouts to all places on the continent where the Burning Blade might be hiding."
"What does that have to do with us?" Warrick asked.
"To me you represent the perfect group that might convince the goblins and anyone else to join. You have two orcs, one tauren, three humans, a raptor and a dragon. That can give the example that cooperation between races can be achieved and you have a dragon large enough to carry you there quickly."
"You do have a point." Grisha said.
"I concur." Jack and Nell agreed.
"Wait a minute. . ." Tal'grush said. "Are you going to say we are going to travel to Ratchet and to Gadgetzan. . . On dragon back?"
"Do you know any faster way." Palkor interjected. Tal'grush only murmured something as a response but otherwise kept his mouth shut.
"So you agree?" Kor'el requested. "In that case. . . You will leave after mid-day, after the ceremonial burning of the dead."
Kor'el waved them out again and they obeyed the order. In the distance they could see the first bodies being burned. Without saying anything Grisha ran of in that direction, probably to try to see her parents one last time before they were burned. Warrick followed her almost automatically. The air was still filled with the smell of death and decay.
Almost the whole army had gathered to witness the cremation of their high Warlord. The warlord was put on great pile of scarce wood. In his hands his favoured weapon, a immense axe with a gleaming head. At his feet lay several more personal objects. Kor'el had prepared a speech but, "I prepared a speech for this. . . But I don't think you can prepare for anything like this. The death of a great leader and warrior is not something you prepare a speech for. He was and will always be a great leader AND warrior. He will live on in our hearts. It pains me that he had to die like this, corrupted by the demonic influence."
He signalled a few servants to put their torches to the wood, then continued as the body began to burn slowly behind him. "But in the wake of his death we must not falter. We must retaliate at those that caused this. And in my new position as high warlord I will make sure the vile Burning Blade will pay dearly for this. We must make them pay so much that wished they had never started this campaign."
The body was now fully aflame and it didn't take long for the body to fall to ashes. Before this could happen kor'el turned to face the former Warlord and made the orcish movement for a salute, putting his fist to his chest and bowing his head. While doing so he kneeled deep, so deep that one knee touch the ground. "I salute you." Kor'el added to the movement. As one the all those gathered followed their new high Warlord in the salute, kneeling down. And as one came the thundering noise of ten thousand orcs, undead, tauren and trolls repeating the spoken salute. Even the humans did so.
They had gathered their gear and other equipment and were now preparing to take to the sky on top of Magmaradon. Kor'el wished them luck one last time before they would leaf. "Good luck, don't die, and do bring back those allies. I have already relieved you of going to Botty Bay, so I can just send some others there."
"And you keep these alive, okay?" Jack responded. Kor'el nodded. "Palkor, you do know where Gadgetzan is right?"
"Of course I do! I have been everywhere! Well, almost everywhere." Palkor then urged the black dragon to the sky.
The first part was very familiar. The Barrens, already they had seen more of it than some that lived in the towns. The brown soil and grass passed beneath them. In the distance they briefly saw a tauren town. Scouts had reported everything was still in horde command there. So they passed it without taking a closer look. As they flew more south of the tauren camp the thunder lizards grew more and more common. They seemed to dominate this area and was a mystery to those flying that somehow a road had been constructed through this area as well.
In the distance there was another town, or more like a camp to guard the location, so they stopped there for the night. The camp had been put there to guard the pair of great lifts there, they were much the same as those at ThunderBluff. Most of the guards were tauren as well. Kor'el had given them a letter of authority so they would not be denied their stay there. Magamaradon wasn't flying as fast as when they flew from Mulgore to Orgrimmar because they more passengers and because the trip was more perilous when they got to the area south of The Barrens and they would need their strength.
The night was a cool one and no moon decorated the sky this night, it was completely dark. The next day dawned and they left early again. The were high in the sky when the sun begun it's rise above the horizon. Even the morning sun felt warm after the cold night. The orange sun cast light of the same colour everywhere, which was a bad thing since now they could not see the differences in height. Their whole surroundings now seemed to have the same colour.
In this state they entered the Thousand Needles, the area south of The Barrens. It was named that way for a reason. Hundreds of rises, not unlike those of ThunderBluff, filled their view. Only just in time did Palkor realize that they were flying to low. They nearly crashed into one of the peaks, but he made Magmaradon fly up completely vertical. The peak with the flattened top got within two feet at the closest. For the rest they flew above the peaks to avoid that from happening again.
When it was time for another meal they landed at the next town. It was situated at one of the larger peaks. This one also had lifts as one method of reaching the top, but there were wyverns. Freewind Post was also aptly named, a constant wind threatened to throw everybody of the side when they got to close to the side. Again this was mainly a Tauren town. It was about one third the size of Crossroads, but still had a civilian population and not just soldiers posted there to keep an eye on things. The tauren that was in charge explained they had received message of trouble in The Barrens but that nothing was on here.
They decided to fly the last part in one go, Palkor did not want to land in the Shimmering Flats that came next. It wasn't long before they reached those flats, and again they were aptly named. It looked like a huge bowl that had once been a sea. But the water had dried out and left only salt in it's wake. The area was completely flat besides a few holes in the ground that were caused unnaturally. The salt reflected the sunlight and more than once threatened to blind them in.
When the sun went down that threat vanished and flew ahead unhindered. In the distance loomed the maintains again and they rapidly closed with them. They flew much slower now to avoid collisions with the mountains. Nell created a magical light that helped Palkor navigate through the mountains.
They exited the mountains as first light again loomed over the horizon. This time it revealed a landscape not unlike that of The Shimmering Flats. Again an almost endless sea of salt stretched out before them, only this time there were peaks of brown reflecting stone jutting from the salt. There were whole hills of salt and on and in between them lay the skeletons of many once great beasts and dragons.
Just beyond the mountain pass lay Gadgetzan. Only a different Gadgetzan than they imagined to see. The almost Eskimo like huts were being burned to the ground. Before them lay the largest town south of ThunderBluff, and was burning. The white walls that were made of the same material as the houses had crumbled to bits. No living thing remained.
Magmaradon halted in the air. "Maybe the goblins and other inhabitants fled before all of them could be killed." Warrick spoke hopeful.
"That's an idea." Palkor said. "There is a smaller village to the east of here, it serves as a shipyard for Gadgetzan."
"Than we must go there." Jack said while he kept an half sleeping Warrick from falling of the dragon.
They had not expected to see Gadgetzan in flames, so everyone was tired and they had to fly more before they had a chance to rest. Magmaradon was more suited for this, so was his rider, because this was something they had done before. Warick and Grisha's little chess tournament that lasted the whole night made them even more susceptible to the tired feeling.
The black dragon veered to the east and kept flying until they saw the village they were searching for. It was left untouched and much to their relieve they saw a lot of emergency buildings and tents.
As the landed every single being present was eyeing them with disbelief and distrust, but from the goblins came also a more expectant look. Grisha, Warrick and Jack saw their first goblin. It looked like an extremely small version of an orc, only with a wider head and longer pointed ears. Among the goblins were also gnomes, also extremely small and this small versions of humans. Their heads seemed to make up just under the half of their body and most wore elaborate beards and other facial hair. Amongst the smaller population were the occasional orc, human and any other race.
The new arrivals waited patiently for any leader to step forward. A goblin finally stepped forward. "What is your business here? Can't you see we are in the middle of a crisis here?" The goblins eyes gleamed with the madness that all goblins seemed to possess.
"Are you the leader of this bunch?" Jack asked neutrally.
"You can say. Former boss died a few hours ago. Now what is your business here?"
"Can we talk somewhere more private?"
The goblin made an inviting gesture and they dismounted and followed the smaller creature through the masses. He lead them into a building that looked it was the former home of a fisherman, hooks and nets were lying around. "So. . . Can you finally tell me what your business here is?"
Jack did not quite know where to start. "It seems you have been attacked by some force."
"Yes, yes. Terrible. They came during the night and caught the guard of-guard." The goblin chuckled at the irony. "Anyway. Boss got the idea to evacuate to here, so we did. Unfortunately the boss died as he left Gadgetzan as one of the last. So I am in charge now."
"Do know anymore about this 'force'?"
"Oh yes, there were al kinds of races among them. And all were just as mad as me, ha ha. Only in a bad way."
"Do you where they came from?" Jack continued.
"They came from the north, through the pass. There were demons," He reeled at the thought, "Among them to."
"You just know that they came from the north?"
"Yep."
"From the Thousand Needles and The Shimmering Flats?"
"Yep. And they went back there as soon as they were done here."
Jack thought for a moment. "They also attacked one of the horde's major towns." He gestured at his clothing that was still dark red with dried blood. "And the high Warlord of the horde asks your assistance in defeating them."
"Uhm. . ." The goblin murmured more, gazed down it his feet, murmured some more, looked to the window, and murmured some more.
"Will you give us good reply now!" Tal'grush suddenly shouted.
The goblin almost jumped through the roof. "But what about here? We need to protect this."
"You said yourself that they left back to the Thousand Needles. They don't care for a bunch of Goblins in the middle of nowhere. They can always come back and finish you all. But if you join you can stand a chance of surviving this." Tal'grush continued.
"But Thousand Needles isn't safe."
"Then use ships. This is still a port right?" Nell interjected.
The goblin was now seriously considering his options. He gaze flickered to and fro as he thought deeply. He reached a decision. "Okay, we will join, at least the goblins will, I don't know about the others. But we will need to wait for the boats to ship us out. Ratchet is still undamaged right?"
They didn't really know if it was. "Yes. Yes it is still untouched. At least when we left for you." Jack said. This seemed to comfort the goblin a bit.
"That went well!" Warrick said as soon as they were outside. "But what about the gnomes? They are part of the alliance right?"
"Ass long as they get out of here all will be well. They can stay in Ratchet if they want." Nell explained.
"So, who or what is next?" Grisha asked referring to more allies.
"I know one or two, but first we need to rest." Nell said. At that the head of the raptor began bobbing up and down.
"Those gnomes fit in my hooves." Palkor remarked as he sized his hoof with a gnome.
"They are stronger than they look." Tal'grush replied to the semi-insulting statement.
They slept long and deep that night and only woke when sun was already in the sky. Jack informed the lead goblin that they were going to try and find more possible allies. Nell informed Palkor where to go and they took of again. They flew for some time over the endless see of salt and the occasional stone and bone. Hyenas were everywhere scanning the bones for any leftover meat. Again it struck Jack how similar the wildlife was to that of his home planet. Among the hyenas they saw odder animals: At first sight they looked like light-coloured crocodiles, with crystals sticking from the elbows and back of the head. But at closer range it could be seen that the beast was carried by six legs instead of four.
In the distance small mountains were getting closer. They were a ring of mountains with a small gap in the side. The landed in front of that passage and dismounted again. Nothing besides the ruins and themselves were their. But the ruins had an odd tinge to them. They were not one architectural style. Orcish structures could be seen among the what had to be human towers. In back larger buildings were seen that had a different style to them, with a lot of arcs and purple in between the white pillars.
Nell explained a dragon was supposed to life here, and that that dragon collected all sorts of things from all eras. The dragons that tended to collect like that were the bronze coloured dragons. The flight of the aspect of time.
An angry roar filled the air. A form came out of one of the larger ruins. It was a bronze coloured dragon at least twice the size of Magmaradon. He swung his great head to the left and then to the right where it saw the group waiting for him. Without bothering to take to the sky he came lumbering on four legs for them. "GET OUT OF MY COLLECTION! He roared in anger. "YOU WILL RUIN MY CATALOGUING!"
Magmaradon roared back but his seemed pale in comparison to the larger bronze one's. Nell stepped forward and held one hand up. In an unnaturally loud and low voice he thundered: "Stop! Occulus!"
To everybody's, except Nell's, surprise the dragon stopped in mid step. He took a few more steps forward to balance himself, but did come to a complete halt. "You! What are you doing here!" The still angry Occulus roared.
"I humbly request your assistance, mighty one." Nell spoke the two words 'mighty one' with a slightly different tone but it wasn't heard by any other than Nell himself.
The obviously slightly insane dragon burst into a thundering laughter. He caught himself from falling over, then said. "You request my assistance? Why is that?"
Nell elaborated. "There is a great threat upon this world!"
"I know!" When he saw the glances he was rewarded with he added: "This world is always in danger. Mortal danger. Be more specific, what danger are you talking about."
"The Burning Legion had now fully corrupted the Burning Blade and is using them to fight the war they could not finish!" This explanation caught all of guard.
But the one that seemed most fearful was Occulus himself. "The Burning Legion! If this is a joke I will have your head in my collection for all eternity."
"You may take my head. . . But you wouldn't be able to keep it for all eternity because they might come here as well."
"Do you know what you are asking of me? The dragons have sworn not to directly interfere with the business of the mortal races."
"If you don't help there may be no more mortal races to direct. They have already attacked the horde, we don't know about the alliance, they completely wiped out Gadgetzan! Do I need to tell you what they might do next?" Nell continued.
"How did this attack against the horde end?" Occulus requested.
First they slaughtered and corrupted an army of three thousand orcs. The they tried to take out ThunderBluff, but were stopped at the last moment. They took over a horde city but it was retaken."
"So until now the major races of this world have been fairly untouched."
"You could call it that way, yes."
"Can I talk to you in private for a moment, Nell?"
This startled the rest. Nell had not mentioned his name to the dragon. Maybe the dragon already met Nell before. That would explain how Nell knew the way to the dragon. Together they moved away. Nell and Occulus seemed to have a heated conversation about something they would rather keep between the two of them. Nell walked back with Occulus in tow and stated: "He agrees." He said in an extremely flat tone.
"Woohoo." Jack acted. He saw the glances. "Ooh, sorry, but I couldn't help get carried away in Nell's enthusiasm."
They send Occulus on his way to the port. Grisha remembered something Nell had said yesterday. "Nell. . . You said you had one or two possible allies. What or who is the second?"
"I will lead you there." They mounted up and Nell gave instructions to head for the coast. They flew along it until they came across more mountain, if you could really call it a mountain. They landed were it met the coast. "We will have to swim the last part." Nell announced.
"Tauren aren't the greatest swimmer with the hooves." Palkor remarked. "I think I will stay on shore, or at least I will fly over this cliff and show myself. But I am not going to swim."
"Just make sure you can show yourself, the next one wont be easily convinced." Nell said.
The swimmers entered the water an began swimming. The cool refreshing salt water cleaned them up a bit and made a few of blood stains disappear. The circled around the cliff and saw that there was a gap in the cliff that ended in a very small beach. The beach was longer than it was wide. It ended in a cave. They got out of the water and slowly walked to the cave. It appeared from first glance that there was nobody home.
Something within the cave moved. It seemed as if a long snake got up into a semi-standing position, supporting it's serpent body on the tail. In essence it was a serpent, but a serpent with arms, but no legs, and a blunt head. The part that would be the back was hunched forward so the head could look at them while it was in standing position. The whole body was covered in blue scales and in the maw were a great amount of teeth. Arms were long and heavily muscled. From the back of the head jutted spikes in between which sails were present. Moustache like appendages were on the side of the blunt nose. They were much to thick to be hair, antennas then.
It moved in the light and looked briefly at them all. "I would like to be left alone. Go now."
"We wish to talk to you, Zalashi." Nell began.
"Nell?" He seemed to notice for the first time it was him. "Okay, talk, but be quick with it, I wisssssh to ssssleep."
"We request your assistance in fighting The Burning Legions new pets, the Burning Blade."
Zalashi let out a hiss at the mention of The Burning Legion. "You wisssssh me to help you fight thosssse that made me like thisssss? That removed my legssssss and gave me a tail and sssssserpent body sssssso long ago? Why would I do that?"
"You once told me that not all like you were equally as happy with the gifts they gave you. You once told me some might even rebel against their leader: Azshara. You know as I do that Azshara wasn't doing this in the best interest of her people, although she thought she did."
"You are right, but isssss thissss the opportunity to ssssstrike at the burning legion?"
"I believe it is. The whole horde is mobilizing against the Burning Blade and already the goblins have pledged their support."
"Aaaaah, but those are goblinesssss, creaturessss known to the horde. The Naga however are not known to them. They will probably fear usss more than they will the Burning Blade."
"I have to disagree, you know of the animosity between the orcs and the alliance? Take a look at them. Orcs and humans side by side."
Zalashi was no fool. "Hah! You have only brought thosssssse humanssssssss and orcsssss that could tolerate each other. The other orcsssss probably want to have nothing to do with them!"
"They have the ear of the high Warlord of the Horde."
This did seem to have an effect on Zalashi's determination. "Ssssstill, do you really think they would accccccept the Naga?"
They have accepted others as swell. PALKOR!"
Almost instantly Magmaradon came down on top of the cliff above Zalashi's cave. Magmaradon let out a roar to accompany the sound of rocks breaking of the cliff and falling to the ground. "Hah! That issss only a sssssmall dragon, not even an adult."
"And we have convinced Occulus. You know him? The bigger bronze one that lives nearby?" Nell added.
"Occulussssssss! How did you convinccccccce him?"
"He was less trouble than you are right now."
Zalashi considered his options for a moment. "I will talk to my fellow rebelssssss about thissssss." With that he slithered forward, into the water. He dove and disappeared from sight.
"Are you mad? The Naga?" Tal'grush shouted. He knew enough of them to know that they were not to be trusted.
"Easy! These are good Naga. They are not like the others. Trust me." Nell said.
"How many disasters have those two last words somewhere in them?" Jack said.
They waited for the return of Zalashi. Their clothes and armour dried fast. They waited for half an hour, that became an hour, then one and a half. Finally Zalashi suddenly appeared in the water. Behind him trailed more forms. He rose from the water. "They agree."
Nell could not hide a short sense of happiness. "Are those all of your group? I thought there were more."
"No, thessssssse hundred are only the beginning. There are many more. Where do you want ussssss to gather?"
"Do know the town of Ratchet?"
"Yesssss, they keep ssssstealing our food."
"Go there we will wait for you and make sure you are not impaled on spears before you even get to land."
"On behalf of the other leaderssss of the group, I thank you all for giving ussss the opportunity." He slithered back in the water and the forms that had never broken the surface followed him to the deep.
"Do you think Occulus, the goblins and the Naga are going to be enough?" Warrick asked.
"Lets hope so. It all depends on how many the Legion have corrupted." Nell responded.
"There you are! Thank the aspects! Can we get out of this goblin nest? I have come perilously close to crushing a few." Occulus roared at them.
"We will leave soon enough." Jack answered. "First we need to discuss something with the lead goblin."
They entered the house the goblin was using as a headquarters. Occulus peered through a window with one eye. The lead goblin kept eyeing the dragon as if expecting the bronze to pull back and spew fire inside. "What did you wan to discuss?" The goblin asked of Jack.
"We need to know how soon you can be at Ratchet."
"If the ships arrive on time, one week. Lets make it one and a half to be on the safe side."
"Okay. If you are on your ships and you see serpent creatures in the water, don't be startled they wont do anything and will help us against the Burning Blade."
"No killing of snakes? Okay. Anything else you want to discuss?"
Jack briefly looked at Nell, then back at the goblin. "No. See you in a week then."
They left again and took of once more. They took the same route back. The flames of Gadgetzan had extinguished themselves. The Shimmering Flats were peaceful, as were the Thousand Needles, except when they came to Freewind Post. The whole top side had been set aflame. Along the ground lay a trail of death and destruction. They saw a centaur camp that had been razed as well. Many a centaur lay impaled or beheaded. Blood decorated very single place the Burning Blade had passed.
Strangely the elevators that gave passage to The Barrens were untouched, although it wasn't very far away. They briefly stopped there to rest and inform the guards of the fate that had befallen Freewind Post.
Next they flew non stop to Ratchet. The reached Ratchet when the sun was already beginning it's journey down to the horizon. Ratchet was both a fisherman's town and a merchant town. It lay undamaged in the sunlight and goblins were all over the place. Ratchet was build against a hill. There was a serious difference in height between some houses. Goblins in armour walked around and guarded the entrance and the path leading through Ratchet. Docked in the in the bay were two large ships. They were being loaded at that moment and would leave soon.
Just like Gadgetzan had been Ratchet was neutral ground, it belonged to neither the Horde or the Alliance. Every goblin, human, orc, gnome, dwarf and all the others looked up at the impressive sight of one small black dragon with passengers and one larger bronze dragon flying overhead. Many a arm went up and pointed at them. They landed on the most open space they could find. The dragons made sure nobody came really close as they walked through Ratchet with Tal'grush as their guide. He lead them to the leader of Ratchet: Gazlowe.
They paused in front of the house that Gazlowe used both as a home and a laboratory. Gazlowe came running outside. "Wonderful! You can tame and ride dragons! Teach me how and I will reward you greatly! I am going to make profit out of this!"
The two dragons bent their heads to within a few inches of Gazlowe. Magmaradon let cloud of heated smoke fall upon Gazlowe's face, who had to cough from it. "We are not tamed!" Occulus said.
"Okay okay, not tamed. Damn. What is your business here?"
"You have heard of the recent problems in The Barrens?" Jack asked.
"Of course, of course. Crossroads is only a few dozen miles along the road. But what does that have to do with you and me?"
"We have been gathering allies for The First Horde Army. The first of which will be most important to you. Gadgetzan has been completely wiped of the charts and the surviving goblins have agreed to lend their aid to the Horde. They will arrive within two weeks and should be given shelter once they arrive. There will probably be gnomes and others among them as well, so if they want it give them a place to stay as well. Second there will be an army of Naga coming this way and they are not hostile. They are not to be bothered when arriving."
"That is it? So you just want to make open up the port to an invasion of Naga? On who's authority?"
"The high Warlord's authority." Jack explained.
The mention of the high Warlord made Gazlowe act much more subdued suddenly. "Sure, sure. The port will always be available to the high Warlord."
"Good!"